I started to lightly jog towards what I thought was Dave's room, feeling safe because everything was quiet around me but also because with this new perspective my size was giving me I was starting to realize how pointless it would be to waste energy. It took me a few minutes to escape the room, and watching how big the rest of the house was I felt like my best course of action was knowing where to hide, stay in this house and try to reach the remote. If I decided to go back home I'm pretty sure it would take me more than an entire day to just cross the road, and with all the dangers present outside it just felt like a suicidal mission.
Soon enough I just decided to walk and try thinking about my normal life to try and distract myself. How much time have I spent in this house since Emily picked me up? Mom and Matt surely should be awake by now.. Maybe mom already noticed how one of the chairs just disappeared, could she have spotted the shrunken chair?
I also tried to remember where was I actually going when I got knocked out. I told mom I was going to Wendy's but that was just an excuse to get out of the house, I wondered what Wendy would have thought about this remote, or if mom would eventually notice something is wrong after calling Wendy and realizing I wasn't with her
All these thoughts managed to distract me from the fact that I was in the middle of crossing a hall, something that at my former size would have taken me less than 10 seconds, but when I finally heard a sound I just froze instantly with fear, even if it was coming from downstairs and seemed to be far away
It was a yawn, an animal yawn, followed by the familiar sound of a dog shaking off after it wakes up, it seemed their dog was asleep downstairs which made me happy I didn't pick that option. I sighed and continued, paying close attention to the sound of four little legs echoing weakly in the distance, probably the dog wondering where everyone was, at least until the sounds got closer and even if I no longer could see the stairs I could tell something was trying to climb them
"Oh fuck" I thought and despite my desire to run as fast as I could something paralyzed me, what if I was unable to crawl under the other doors? the dog with its enhanced senses would surely notice me and probably harm or even kill me thinking I was just another toy.. Should I run back to Emily's room for safety? Run to the closest door and hope for the best? or maybe just play dead instead of tempting fate? My mind was racing and the little dog was just coming closer.
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